09-24-2018, 08:05 AM
Fine is always fine. Funny that the moth-girl’s mother delivered one daughter of scaled wings and breath of fire and another of paper moon moth wings and hyper-senses. Her sister Wrena’s consistent obsession setting things ablaze has made Olea rather callous to the dangers of fire. When their mother would wander, and often she did for weeks, they would be alone together and Olea naturally in charge. Wrena was always leaving a trail of charred remains (both earthen and at times, animals). Olea would follow her, horrified, barking for her to stop – but the dragon sister’s desires for destruction could never be stopped and so the moth sister is accustomed to ignoring it now. These days she’s a bit more controlled with her fires and has the courtesy to leave her paper-winged sibling out of her fiery endeavors.
In the darkness, what is not lit by the flickering orange light from the tree above them, the wind whistles. His response makes her smile a little bit, bending her tufted antennae ear to him beside her. His request is easily obliged as she was about to ask if he was seeking shelter, she’s glad she didn’t have to ask. She shakes the snow from her and nods as she turns to walk back into the archway into the tree’s trunk. Its center hollowed and a thin shelf, like an inner cliffside, spirals up its edge. It offers just enough for you to walk up to the top.
The tree’s palm is a flat-ish space with various things piled on the edges. Warmth emanates from the small licking flames and red coals sitting in the center. The wind still gently blows through the enormous skeletal branches, but its biting gusts are broken up and weakened so it is much better than being outside of the delightful arboreal shelter. “It will last the night.” She blinks her pale green eyes at him, large and observant, letting his attempted charm fly by without notice. She isn’t a dullard, but she certainly has no knowledge of what the hell flirting is, or how to go about it, or how to respond or even detect it. She barely has any acceptable social skills.
Oleandar
the moth-child of elysium & city
@[Break] sorry for the horrendous wait <3